I love Buckeye girls. I do. They’re from the country, and they’re sweet as can be. Kat is actually an original California girl like myself, but when she married Gary after meeting him while at college at Cal Poly San Luis Obispo (also where my little brother attended), she became a Buckeye girl. We headed to where else? The family Buckeye dairy farm where Gary helps manage.
Kat was my realtor and helped me find my perfect home that you haven’t stopped hearing about since I closed. Or rather, since I started. It was because of Kat I started the real search because she read my blog and I had casually mentioned it, she set up my own personal MLS and the obsession began. Kat, thank you for not disowning me as a friend when we searched the handfuls of property and made fun of them, but also thanks for reminding me that the perfect one would pop up when timing was right. Your friendship is so special to me and I couldn’t be happier for you and Gary for your little one. I cannot wait to meet her. I’m sure she’ll be just as photogenic as you and Gary *smile*
The little one already has her own private plane. Lucky girl.
Diana Elizabeth wonders if she’s a country girl for loving the country look so much. But she doesn’t listen to country music. So, maybe not quite just yet.